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he expresses himself in the highest terms of grati-
tude and approbation.
I long to have this delay and suspense put
an end to, and look forward with ambition and
eagerness, though scarcely with hope, to spending
the remainder of my days in literary and other
amusements, or employments—call them what you
will—on my own dunghill, oblitus obliviscendus !
I am told by my correspondent at Calais
that no vessel has appeared from Dover for a
considerable time. Our winter is begun.
November gth, 1797.
I have as yet no answer from the Directory,
no news of my passport! What can occasion the
delay ? I think they will not refuse me leave to
stay a week at Paris; but there is no knowing.
I long much to get away, at any rate; not that I
expect any clear explanation or justice from our
Sir Sidney has at last acknowledged to me
that he has frequently written against me to his
friends in England. He says he only complained